The Wind Sings
#1 of Poetry/Prose
An old piece of poetry that has been floating in my head again.
**Whispers... Soft and Unnoticable.
Can you hear the stories it tells?
Of Ethereal Places of Legends hidden from the world.
Where magic Lives, Thrives, and Flourishes.
The Oddities,
The Beauty,
The Nightmares,
The Wondrous Machinations you could only DREAM of.
LISTEN.
Open your Mind.
The wind is singing.
Aeon-The caged bird.**